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In his trousers pocket, but he took it out In a hurry. “Mother!” whispered Mr. Carr. “What?” “Mother,” he went on in a horrified tone, “I think I have something in my pocket.” “William!” There was a long and solemn pause, and then William Carr remarked nervously, “Ain’t it quiet ?” “Madge, your father has something in his coat pocket. Try and get it out. Your father will help you.” Madge was a little confused, but she slipped by the side of her fattier, where the sergeant could not see, and Mr Carr tried to guide her hand into his pocket. At this particular moment, however, some evil spirit moved the fat policeman; O’Malley, to walk over to the group, and as Madge stepped away from her father the policeman slipped into her place. The. consequence was that William Carr, groping for his daughter’s hand to lead it into his pocket, seized O’Malley’s flabby parw (if he had been anything but the most absentminded old gentleman in New York he must have noted the difference at <j»nce) and tried to put it into his pocket. “What in thunder are ye doin’ demanded O’Malley, jerking his hand away and threatening Mr. Carr > with his elbow. Meanwhile the three men on the sofa had plunged into a whispered*conversation and were oblivious of* all that was going on around them. “Let’s tell him the stocks are in the safe,” whispered Dr. Willoughby to<his coihpauions. “Don't tell them that,” interposed Doogan hurriedly, “or you’ll have to explain where you got them.” “Here! What are you fellows whispering about?” shouted the sergeant. “Nothing,” replied Dr. Willoughby. But the sergeant was not satisfied. “I think you fellows had better spread out Come on! Split out! Get apart!” Mr. Carr, with a shrug of his shoulders that seemed to ask, “What’s the use?” began to whistle “Home, Sweet Home,” very much off the key. f‘Now, now!” whispered Mrs. Carr to her daughter. And Madge once more tried to get her hand into her father's pocket. Clancey moved forward from the door where he had been on guard and stared at Madge’s maneuvers, while Mr. Carr whistled louder. “Cut out that whistling,” commanded the sergeant. And Mr. Carr stopped in the middle of a bar. “It’s no use, Madge,” murmured Mrs. Carr; “the sergeant and the other policemen are watching us like hawks.” “Maybe if we could get Into the dlnihg room,” suggested Madge. “Yes; that might do. Joan!” “Yes, mother.” “Tell them we are hungry.” “Very well, mother. Mr. Sergeant,” ' she said aloud, “we haven’t had a bite since breakfast. Please may we have something to eat?” “Well, that’s pretty hard, miss, if you’re hungry. Sure! Go ahead and get something.” “Ah!” said Mrs. Carr, with a pleased look. “Come, William!” William Carr moved with alacrity, and the minister was not at all slow in walking toward the dining room. James Cluney. Dr. Willoughby and Doogan also stirred in that direction. “Thank you, sergeant,” said Cluney effusively. But the sergeant was not to be cajoled. He immediately pushed Cluney. Doogan and Dr. Willoughby back toward the sofa. CHAPTER XIV. Who Hid the Chocolate Pott •* TOAN!” whispered Mrs. Carr, turnI lug her ear trumpet toward her I youngest daughter’s mouth. “See if the sergeant will let you make some chocolate.” “Please, may 1 serve some chocolate?” she asked the sergeant meekly. “We’re half starved—really we are.” She patted him on the sleeve with a caressing gentleness that few men could resist—certainly not this susceptible policeman—and purred, “There’s a dear, sergeant!” “Well, I guess it will be all right, miss,” said the sergeant, “if I go with you. O’Malley!” “Yes, sir.” “Look out for things here while I take charge of the young lady.” “Y’es, sir.” The sergeant gallantly offered his arm to Joan, who took it with a smile, and the two went out on their way to the dining room. Dr. Willoughby was Indignant at seeing the sergeant thus taking possession of Joan. “Oh, I guess she’s been in worse company,” grinned O’Malley. His grin was abruptly changed into a* frown as he turned and saw Mrs. Carr’s hand in her husband’s pocket O’Malley, like his chief, was exceedingly curious to know what it was that everybody was trying to get away from Mr. Carr without the police knowing anything about it. “Here, madam!” he called oiit. “Take your hand out of that man’s pocket. I'm watching you!” Jack Doogan, continuously on the watch for some means of escape, pick- , ed up his hat and, seeing that no one : was guarding the door to the. front

hall, sauntered toward it. apparently I without thinking what he was doing. ■ But Clancey. of the sharp black eyes. I had been watching Doogan and. divin- ' Ing his Intention, slipped through to the front hall and awaited developments. Clancey had not long to wait The : next minute Doogan slid into the half*vlght into Clancy’s arms! “Hello!” grunted Clancey. “What do you want?” “I just wanted to see whether anybody was out here,” replied the unabashed Doogan. as he strolled back into the library, with Clancejj at his heels. “I wonder what all that racket is in the dining room,” observed Cluney te Willoughby, as they heard the ser geant’s voice shouting. “I’ve got it: I’ve got it!” “What the dickens has he got?” responded the doctor. “He’s making enough noise about it.” The sergeant dashed into the library holding up a sheaf of legal looking papers inclosed by a wide rubber band, while Joan Carr, almost as excited as the sergeant, came running in aftei him. “What is it?” asked Mr. Carr. “The warrant?” “No, no. The certificates. 1 knew 1 d find them!” boasted the sergeant. He placed the bundle of papers in William Carr's hands, and the old gentleman slowly fumbled at them in the endeavor to see what they were. “The securities!” cried Cluney. Then, aside to Dr. Willoughby. “How’s this, Willoughby? I thought you put them in the safe.” “So I did,” declared the doctor. “Didn’t 1?” he asked of Doogan, who his side. “Ah! That mutt!” whispered Doogan disgustedly, as he glanced at the sergeant. “They’re not the certificates. He’s got the bonds.” “These are the bonds,” exclaimed Mr. Carr at that instant, unconsciously corroborating Doogan. “Where was the chocolate pot? ’ inquired the practical Madge. “Hidden in the i>antry.” “Who hid the chocolate pot?” asked ■ Dr. Willoughby. Everybody looked at everybody else, and Cluney said, “1 didn’t.” after which disclaimer everybody centered his or her gaze on Mr. Carr. “Well, you needn’t look at me, blurted out the harassed old gentle man. “Come on!” snapped the sergeant. “Who hid the chocolate pot?” “I did,” declared Mrs. Carr quietly. “What? Why did you hide it?” “I don’t know.” But William Carr could not stand his wife taking the load of guilt on her shoulders, and he laid his hand affectionately upon her arm as he said: “No, no, mother! I won’t let you take the blame. I think I hid it.” Here Cluney was overcome by the pangs of doubt and the desire to do justice to everybody, and he thrust himself forward, saying: “I won’t allow this, sergeant. I can’t. Now, mark you, I don’t remember having done so, but I expect I hid the chocolate pot.” The sergeant shook off Cluney impatiently. “What’s all this about?” he snorted. “Come on, now. I want the truth. Who —hid—the—chocolate— pot ?” To his intense amazement he got three confessions at once. William Carr, Mrs. Carr and James Cluney all answer solemnly as one person: “I did!” “This is all too much for me,” observed Mr. Spelain to himself. “I’ll keep out of it—if I can.” The good minister glided away and. with his face to the wall, opened his prayer book and began to read. “See here, sergeant,” said Dr. Willoughby. “You want Mr. Jamison's steel stocks? Isn’t that what you came for?” “Well, what of it?” was the gruff rejoinder. “Only this—the steel stocks are in that safe, and if you’ll allow Mr. Canto get them out you may have them.” “But Mr. Carr says they are not in the safe.” “But they are there,” insisted the doctor, going over to the safe and pulling the door open. “I know it. I'll show you. See, here they are!” He took the stocks out of the safe and handed them to the sergeant “There you are. This is the cause of all the trouble. Take them.” The sergeant took the papers and scanned them hastily, finally gasping: “International Steel stock! Well, well!” “How did they get in there?” exclaimed Mrs. Carr. “Yes, how did they get back in there?” added her husband, looking as if he hardly believed his own eyes. “Sh, sh, sh!” came from Doogan, Cluney and Dr. Willoughby. “Cut out that shushing, I tell you!” stored the sergeant. “Say, what kind of a game is this anyway?” “I didn’t shush!” protested Mr. Carr. “Who stole my warrant? That’s what I want to know,” shouted the sergeant, reverting to his original grievance. “The old man's got something in his pocket,’’ volunteered Clancey, coming forward. “He has? Get it” Clancey, only too glad to be doing something besides guarding a door, advanced upon William Carr and dug his hands into each of his pockets with the ostentatious disregard of the victim’s feelings that one generally sees in a policeman making a persona! search, and at last, from one of Mr. Carr’s coat pockets, drew forth the missing warrant! The sergeant snatched the warrant from Clancey. glanced at it to make sure it really was the missing document, and then looked fiercely at William Carr. “Oh, father!” exclaimed Madge. And “Oh, William!” came from Mrs. Carr. “I didn’t steal that!” declared the old gentleman, with an earnestness that might have convinced anybody but a seasoned police officer. “Are you sure?” asked the sergeant in a tone which showed he didn’t believe the denial. “You can search me,” offered the old man. “That’s just what I’m going to do.

I’m going to search everything and everybody In this house.” Nell listened anxiously at the door. Jack Doogan retired to a corner at the end of the bookcase and surreptitiously took a fat pocketbook from his clothes. From the pocketbook he drew forth the roll of yellow back bank notes he had taken from Douglas Jamison—and kissed it affectionately. Then with a fervent. “Goodby, bankroll.” he dropped it into an outside pocket of the minister’s coat and moved away to another part of the room. Mr. Spelain continued to read his prayer book. “O’Malley,” called out the sergeant “grab a taxi, beat Mr. Jamison to headquarters and bring him back with you.” “Right, sir!” “I’m going to search this bunch. 1 want you all to line up here on this side. Come on! No, no! What are you all running around in a circle for. like a crazy mule in a circus? This isn’t a ring-around-a-rosy game. 1 want you to line up here.” Backing away from his prisoners to get a better view of them as a whole, the sergeant tripped over the sofa and

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fell upon it at full length iu a most undignified heap. He was up in an instant, red in the face and as mad as a disturbed bumblebee, as he shouted to Clancey, pointing to the sofa: “Move that thing out of the way!” Clancey obeyed hurriedly, and, pushing the sofa back, brought into view the suit case that Jack Doogan had hidden there when he heard the police coming in, some time before. “What’s that?” demanded the sergeant, taking the suit case out of Clancey’s hand. “Why, that’s my suit case,” said Cluney iu surprise. “What’s it doing here?” “That’s what I want to know,” grunted the sergeant, as he turned to William Carr and eyed him suspiciously. “Who put that suit case under the sofa ?” “I don’t know,” wailed William Carr. “What do you ask me for?” “Who hid this suit case? That’s what I’m asking. And, by the great horn spoon, I’m going to find out!” thundered the sergeant, glaring around him. “I don’t understand this," observed Dr. Willoughby. “I put that suit case in the closet at the other end of the hall less than twenty minutes ago.” “Where did you get it?” asked James Cluney. “From Doogan.” “Where did you get it, Doogan?” Cluney asked him. Jack Doogan drew himself up with dignity and, looking significantly first at Carr and then at Cluney, said slowly: “I must decline to answer.” “Why?” “For fear of incriminating a friend,” replied Jack Doogan. with a highly virtuous lift of the chin. “What do you think of this, Clancey ?” whispered the sergeant, with a sharp sidelong look at the suit case. Clancey did not reply for fear be might say the wrong thing. So he only nodded wisely, as if to leave everything to the superior judgment of his chief. Considerable of a diplomat was Clancey. “He’s protecting me," whispered Cluney to Dr. Willoughby. “Father, he’s protecting you." murmured Mrs. Carr to her husband. “Give that suit case to me.” ordered the sergeant. “I’ll see what’s in it.” He had already lifted the suit case to the sofa and was proceeding to open It when Mrs. Carr caught him by the arm as she begged, with tears in her eyes: “Please—please! Don’t open that suit case!” “Why?. What’s all this about?” yelped the sergeant, with a frown. “See what this lady has to say. won’t you?” said Doogan. “It will be worth your while. I’m sure.” “What do you know about it?” “Nothing, only I’d give her a chance,” was Doogan’s hasty response. (To be continued—) —Call up the dentist, make an appointment, and save waiting.

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